Post by goldenmyst on Jul 10, 2018 23:47:38 GMT -6
Get Glad About Glasnost
Boris and I stood in line to see the embalmed body of Lenin on Red October. Boris told me, “Don’t you love Glasnost? We get to listen to American music now except for the decadently bourgeois which would weaken our moral fiber.”
The Moscow sky was covered by gray clouds. It was cold and I buttoned my gray wool jacket. I remembered the girls of Prague in spring. They put flowers in our rifles. Now life under communism was more spring-like and that was good.
Boris said “Your cheeks are red. After this, we should stop in for some coffee.”
I queried Boris, “Why are we standing in line to see a dead man like it was a great movie?”
Boris said, “This is better than the silver screen because it is real life.”
I replied, “If that is the case then it has to be the gloomiest true story ever.”
He said, “Get glad about glasnost. Not only do we get to listen to rock, we get Florida oranges. The Cuban ones were good but you could hardly find them in the market they were so scarce.”
I said to Boris, “The bread in the stores is still stale.”
Boris replied, “There is a bright side to that. You get to go on the diet you never could manage without incentive.”
I replied, “I don’t need to drop the pounds. For you, that may be a plus.”
Boris said, “Well then, the girls will slim up. Isn’t the beautification of the Russian woman a worthy spin off?”
I tell him, “Your droll wit is as effective antidote as ever for these Red Square in winter blues.”
Boris says, “Nikolai, you've been with the professors and they all like your looks.”
“Who Said that?”
“Dylan.”
“Which one, the poet or the singer?”
“He is a Bard in both senses you mention.”
“Now that you mention it, I recall hearing that song on the radio. However, what are those crazy lyrics about?”
Boris said, “My take on it is that it is about a rational man surrounded by irrational characters in a mad world.”
I said, “That brings to mind, why are we waiting in line for hours to see a corpse?”
Boris said, “Let’s finds some girls and do the perestroika polka.”
“Disco is more my style. But if you can find a discotheque in this here town, then I’ll stop complaining about the bread not being fresh.”
Boris said, “I’ve got a smuggled cassette of the Bee Gees. Let’s invite some of those Soviet chicks the Beatles sang praises of and get down tonight.”
“Yes, Lenin can wait for us instead of the other way around. Let’s get out of here.”
Boris and I stood in line to see the embalmed body of Lenin on Red October. Boris told me, “Don’t you love Glasnost? We get to listen to American music now except for the decadently bourgeois which would weaken our moral fiber.”
The Moscow sky was covered by gray clouds. It was cold and I buttoned my gray wool jacket. I remembered the girls of Prague in spring. They put flowers in our rifles. Now life under communism was more spring-like and that was good.
Boris said “Your cheeks are red. After this, we should stop in for some coffee.”
I queried Boris, “Why are we standing in line to see a dead man like it was a great movie?”
Boris said, “This is better than the silver screen because it is real life.”
I replied, “If that is the case then it has to be the gloomiest true story ever.”
He said, “Get glad about glasnost. Not only do we get to listen to rock, we get Florida oranges. The Cuban ones were good but you could hardly find them in the market they were so scarce.”
I said to Boris, “The bread in the stores is still stale.”
Boris replied, “There is a bright side to that. You get to go on the diet you never could manage without incentive.”
I replied, “I don’t need to drop the pounds. For you, that may be a plus.”
Boris said, “Well then, the girls will slim up. Isn’t the beautification of the Russian woman a worthy spin off?”
I tell him, “Your droll wit is as effective antidote as ever for these Red Square in winter blues.”
Boris says, “Nikolai, you've been with the professors and they all like your looks.”
“Who Said that?”
“Dylan.”
“Which one, the poet or the singer?”
“He is a Bard in both senses you mention.”
“Now that you mention it, I recall hearing that song on the radio. However, what are those crazy lyrics about?”
Boris said, “My take on it is that it is about a rational man surrounded by irrational characters in a mad world.”
I said, “That brings to mind, why are we waiting in line for hours to see a corpse?”
Boris said, “Let’s finds some girls and do the perestroika polka.”
“Disco is more my style. But if you can find a discotheque in this here town, then I’ll stop complaining about the bread not being fresh.”
Boris said, “I’ve got a smuggled cassette of the Bee Gees. Let’s invite some of those Soviet chicks the Beatles sang praises of and get down tonight.”
“Yes, Lenin can wait for us instead of the other way around. Let’s get out of here.”
Everyone have a great weekend!!!!